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Authors: Christina Jones

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The Way to a Woman's Heart

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Published by Hachette Digital

ISBN: 9780748117765

All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2010 by Christina Jones

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher.

Hachette Digital

Little, Brown Book Group

100 Victoria Embankment

London, EC4Y 0DY

For The Mandalay Bay Table:

Carol and Alan Chappell

Val Ellaway

Lorraine and Neil Hadris

Faith and Stan Hardy

Tina and Tony Maloret

Maria Tchorzewska

With a million thanks for being the best friends anyone could ever have and for being there and making 11 April 2009 even more special.




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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-two

Chapter Thirty-three

Chapter Thirty-four

Chapter Thirty-five

Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Thirty-seven

Chapter Thirty-eight

Chapter Thirty-nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-one

Chapter Forty-two

Chapter Forty-three


With deepest gratitude to all at Piatkus, my publishers, especially Emma Beswetherick and Donna Condon.

And with loads of love and thanks to Broo Doherty, my agent, for being brilliant.

And special posthumous thanks to my grandmothers who left me the recipes.

Chapter One


‘Please, please, please…’ Ella Maloney implored the straw-chewing gods of all-things-rural as she squinted at the signpost. ‘Please, let this be the right one. P-l-e-a-s-e don’t let this one be another dead end.’

Having slowed the car to a halt and pushed her sunglasses into her newly done salon-smooth cinnamon-and-honey hair in order to read the faint lettering, Ella actually wasn’t holding out a lot of hope.

Almost as soon as she’d left London and its sprawling suburbs behind, she’d discovered that one overgrown country crossroads looked much like any other overgrown country crossroads. And also, sadly, that one weathered rustic signpost looked exactly like every other weathered rustic signpost.

After already experiencing several false starts and a few serious dead ends – once teetering on the edge of a duckpond and twice sailing straight into someone’s garden – there was absolutely nothing to indicate that this particular
crossroads and signpost combination would be any more help than any of the others.

So there was no point in getting over-optimistic, Ella thought, blinking through the blinding dazzle of a perfect May morning, because this one wasn’t going to be the right one either, was it?

But… Hallelujah – yes! It was!

And there they were…

Fiddlesticks… Lovers Knot… Hazy Hassocks… Bagleycum-Russet…

The faded names that would, hopefully, change her life. ‘Yes, yes, yeeeesss!’ Drumming triumphantly on the steering wheel and doing a little happy dance with her feet beneath the pedals, Ella held her own small in-car celebration-for-one. ‘At last!’

The drowsy names sounded like enchanted fairy-tale places. Ella could already feel the tension and tiredness simply seeping away.

‘Yay!’ Ella blew an extravagant double-handed kiss at the lopsided signpost whose delightful destinations were almost completely obscured by burgeoning shepherd’s purse and convolvulus. ‘I’ve really, really made it!’

She’d been playing a solo version of ‘are we nearly there yet?’ for the last thirty miles. Having ignored the sat nav because both her route and her pre-programmed target seemed to be causing it some confusion, Ella now embraced the appearance of the ancient signpost with as much enthusiasm as a weary lone explorer suddenly stumbling across friendly human civilisation.

Not, she thought, that her journey from North London to Berkshire could be remotely compared with a Ranulph Fiennes trek, but for a committed townie like her, it had been a pretty testing couple of hours.

There had been more than a few times while driving through the green and golden countryside on this gloriously bosky May morning, when she’d begun to wonder if her destination even existed.

Hideaway Farm, she’d been told in one of Poll Andrews’ letters – real letters, not texts or emails – was halfway between the exquisitely named Lovers Knot and Fiddlesticks. Not actually in either village though, and if she reached Hazy Hassocks she’d have gone far too far.

The farm was, Poll had said, signposted at the end of Cattle Drovers Passage – if the sign hadn’t fallen down as it was apparently wont to do – and then she just had to drive along Hideaway Lane, round its various twists and turns, until she found the farmhouse at the end.

If in doubt, Ella should ask anyone she met for directions. Everyone local, Poll’s letters had assured her, knew the way to Hideaway Farm.

Hideaway Farm… Ella had giggled delightedly to herself. How magical was that? The name alone conjured up memories of childhood storybooks and tales of wild, free madcap adventures in a rustic paradise.

Hideaway Farm – yes, she could just see it – all haystacks, and lazily droning tractors, and grazing, er, sheep? Or maybe cows? And pigs? Ella was a bit hazy on the sort of animals that might inhabit Hideaway Farm. But she was sure there’d
be smiling apple-cheeked women and beaming suntanned men and happy bare-footed children scampering through dappled buttercup and daisy meadows.

It was all going to be absolutely perfect.

Earlier, when she hadn’t seen a human being for at least fifteen minutes, and for ages had been scarily surrounded by nothing but fields and trees and a big, big sky, Ella had become a little concerned, but not now. This was the countryside for heaven’s sake, what else could she expect?

And then there had been a bit of a problem with everything being so
. Well, apart from the huge expanse of sky, of course. And that was the most unbelievable blue. Far bluer than the sky she’d left behind in London. And there was so much more of it somehow. To be honest, the size of the sky and the mass of greenery had all become a little bit overwhelming.

But now, Ella beamed again at the signpost, it was going to be all right.

How fantastically relaxing it must be, living in villages with these sleepy, bucolic names, and having neighbours who probably still danced round maypoles, and had probably never even seen a spreadsheet, or heard of an iPod nano, and who thought Gok Wan was a small Indonesian island.

No doubt about it now. Abandoning her going-nowhere life, chucking up her city job before she became burned out at twenty-seven, and answering Poll Andrews’ advert for help in one of those posh magazines that were always filled with things like ‘Lady Hermione Pugsley-Grossbody seeks live-in companion. Must be able to drive, speak fluent
Mandarin and emote with llamas’
been the right choice – whatever Mark had said to the contrary.

Mark… Ella shook her head. No, she wouldn’t think about Mark. Not yet. After all, she wouldn’t be doing this at all if it hadn’t been for Mark, would she? And if she thought too much about Mark now, she might just give up and turn around and scoot back to London which would solve absolutely nothing… No, she was going to stick to her guns…

Determinedly, Ella replaced her sunglasses, started the car, and headed in the direction of Fiddlesticks and Lovers Knot. Anyway, after all the upsets and arguments of the last few weeks, Hideaway Farm was going to be heaven on earth. She just knew it.

Chapter Two


Ten minutes later and hopelessly lost in yet another maze of tangled lanes and deserted sleepy cottages and single-track roads leading to nowhere, the euphoria was a thing of the past and Ella began to wish she’d never heard of Hideaway Farm.

Somewhere between the turning for Fiddlesticks and the fork to Lovers Knot she’d lost her bearings. Again. Ask someone for directions, Poll Andrews had said. Hah! Like who for instance? Chance would be a fine thing…

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